Author: cifarshayar

This poem is written by Rabindranath Tagore when India was under the British Rule. The original Bengali language poem ( Chitto Jetha Bhayshunyo) was published in 1910 and was included in the 1910 collection Gitanjali and, in Tagore’s own translation, in the 1912 English edition of Gitanjali. It is a prayer to the Almighty for a hassle free nation free from any kind of manipulative or corrupted powers. But I am sorry to say that his prayer is still unheard. There is no equality, unity, strength and freedom which he was asking in this poem. We need to work hard to get that India of his and our dreams which along with our efforts needs blessing from almighty. So I am remembering this prayer of his with Hindi Translation by me. I am also sharing Bengali version copied from Wikipedia.org. In the English version some lines are not used by the poet from original Bengali version my translation is based on the English version.

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Forever Magician

Mothers shower their unconditional love forever in our lives. Nothing is comparable to things a mother does for her child to grow and live a happy life. We complain when someone asked us to work for an hour more or to work on holidays but she relentlessly manage everything in our homes without asking anything in return. We are forever indebted to her for giving us this beautiful life. A poem dedicated to all mothers. Happy Mother’s Day.

You are a forever magician

If not

then how you manage monthly expenses in half the budget?

How you perform multi-task with hardly any gadget?

If not a forever magician,

then why relaxing in your lap removes all tensions?

Why caressing by your hand gives life elation?

How hiding your pain you shower affection?

How other’s need comes before self satisfaction?

It is not possible for a commoner,

to love when someone misbehave,

to cook when your body ache,

to defend when children’s safety is at stake,

to protect when problems attack.

Even God needs help of the angels to manage,

You appears to me above his lineage.

From nurturing us in your womb a magic begins,

remains forever helping us in each step to win.

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Earth Is Calling

We are blessed to inhabit this beautiful planet called Earth. Our mother earth have properly cared for each and every children of her by maintaining a balance between them and helping them to thrive in each other’s presence but like a spoiled child we have ruined the family, damaged its members and broke the balance of this big family. The mother hurts the most when family breaks and similar thing is happening to mother Earth, she is hurt, wounded and calling us to heal her wounds. Since we are responsible for her condition only we can bring change in it. We so called intelligent species of this planet need to use our intellect for its betterment.

Bharat Ratna Atal Bihari Vajpayee the eleventh Prime Minister of India is a renowned poet. His poems are well known and his style of reciting them was remarkable. This poem is an inspirational poem in which he is appealing to walk together without catering for difficulties to have a better tomorrow. I have tried to translate this poem in this post.

बाधाएँ आती हैं आएँ, घिरें प्रलय की घोर घटाएँ,

पावों के नीचे अंगारे, सिर पर बरसें यदि ज्वालाएँ,

निज हाथों में हँसते-हँसते, आग लगाकर जलना होगा।

क़दम मिलाकर चलना होगा।

Badhaein aati hain aayein, Ghirein pralay ki ghor ghataein,

Pavon ke neeche angarey, Sir par barsein yadi jwalaein,

Nij hatho mein haste-haste, Aag lagakar jalna hoga.

Kadam milakar chalna hoga.

Let the obstacles come, Let the disaster be gruesomeEmbers under the feet, Let fire shower make you numb,We have to laughingly burn our own hands together,We have to walk together

हास्य-रूदन में, तूफ़ानों में, अगर असंख्यक बलिदानों में,

उद्यानों में, वीरानों में, अपमानों में, सम्मानों में,

उन्नत मस्तक, उभरा सीना, पीड़ाओं में पलना होगा।

क़दम मिलाकर चलना होगा।

Hasya-rudan mein, toofano mein, Agar asankhyak balidanon mein,

Udhayanon mein, virano mein, Apmanon mein, sammanon mein,

Unnat mastak ubhra seena, Pidaon mein palna hoga.

Kadam milakar chalna hoga.In laughter-cry, In storms, If in the countless sacrifices,In gardens, In barren, In insults, In praises,Advanced mind, emerged chest, we have to live in pain together,We have to walk together

Kadam milakar chalna hoga.In light, In darkness, In shore, In midstream,In abject hatred, In son’s love, In momentary victory, In long defeat,Attractive terms of life’s condition, our aspirations have to be molded together,We have to walk together

सम्मुख फैला अगर ध्येय पथ, प्रगति चिरंतन कैसा इति अब,

सुस्मित हर्षित कैसा श्रम श्लथ, असफल, सफल समान मनोरथ,

सब कुछ देकर कुछ न मांगते, पावस बनकर ढ़लना होगा।

क़दम मिलाकर चलना होगा।

Sammukh faila agar dhyay path, Pragrati chirantan kaisa iti ab,

Susmit harshit kaisa shram shlath, Asafal, Safal samaan manorath,

Sab kuch dekar kuch na maangte, Pawas bankar dhalna hoga.

Kadam milakar chalna hoga.

If contemplative path is spread in front,Progress without end what is now dead,How happy joyful is labor flaccid, having equal desire for failure and success,Don’t ask for anything after giving everything, have to adjust like water together,We have to walk together.

कुछ काँटों से सज्जित जीवन, प्रखर प्यार से वंचित यौवन,

नीरवता से मुखरित मधुबन, परहित अर्पित अपना तन-मन,

जीवन को शत-शत आहुति में, जलना होगा, गलना होगा।

क़दम मिलाकर चलना होगा।

Kuch kanto se sajjit jeevan, Prakhar pyaar se vanchit yovan,

Neeravta se mukhrit madhuban, Parhit arpit apna tan-man,

Jeevan ko shat-shat aahuti mein, Jalna hoga, galna hoga.

Kadam milakar chalna hoga.A life fitted with thorns, A precocious youth deprived of love,A garden expressed with calmness, selflessly devoting body and soul,Life have to be burned, melted in hundreds of offerings.We have to walk together.

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Raju’s Chocolate

Rajan alias Raju was happy that day,

when doctor said,’ you may eat chocolate today’

Chocolate for which he always craved,

Chocolate in diabetes he unable to taste,

Permitted for one chocolate for his 7th birthday,

He reached the shop finding difficulty to be away,

Saw a boy staring from other side of the road,

A ragpicker whose eyes he could decode,

His eyes like him were gloomy without chocolate,

He crossed the road and went to him straight,

He split it into half and shared with him,

His desire was more than his whim,

He decided to give him a chocolate daily,

Boy’s satisfaction would pacify his belly,

His life with a chocolate wouldn’t change,

But with his pocket money only that much he could arrange.

‘Baatne Se Karar Sabko Aane Lage

To Ye Duniya Badaljane Lage’

If sharing started giving satisfaction,

The world will begin a transformation.

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A Never Ending Summer

Some togetherness never let you feel alone, never let you go down, never let you experience pain. Such relations also make each season pleasant and then you even want a never ending summer because that doesn’t bother you. This bilingual poem is expression of this feeling.

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This is among the rare Ghalibghazal based on Sufism or love to God. The last sher (couplet) is a well known one and recited by time and again by many of us but only few of us are aware of this ghazal to which this sher belongs. I also encountered this ghazal only few days back and then decided to post it with translation, I hope you will like my translation and it would help to understand you this ghazal better in which he has compared beloved to God. For better understanding of this gahazal read : Kyun Ishq Ne Nikamma Kar Diya